#forgot my tablet pin

[shadowing-k1ng]

Happiness post #1157

I played kingdom hearts

I had pork

Night

[octoberarts]

I realised when I do amputee/limb difference characters I tend to make them acquired differences...so obviously I wanted to start diversifying that.

[Image ID: A woman with no arms stands relaxed with a soft smile. She has pink hair in two tiered ponytails, with blue hair decorations in them, green alien earrings, and purple glasses. There is a red heart on her face, and two heart shaped necklaces. She wears a pink and blue puff sleeved shirt with a rainbow patch. She has blue patchwork shorts, and blue knitted leg warmers over pink heart patterned toeless tights, and no shoes. There is a toe ring on her left foot, and she wears a pink heart shaped bag with many pins on it.]

[dem0batz]

Love and Deep Possession

Sylus/MC/Zayne

Summary

Sick of Zayne's possessive need to be the only one in MC's heart, Sylus decides it's time to prove a point to the good doctor. How will Zayne handle his jealously when it comes to sharing her?

Author's Note: The long awaited by no one but me fic featuring Sylus/MC/Zayne. MC is based off of my character, Opal.

🔞Content Warnings: Why-Choose, dubcon, phone/videochat sex, exam room oral

Word Count: >3000 || Read on AO3

Opal’s eyes dart across the tablet screen as she reads the articles yet again, absorbing the information on how to be respected like a boss and how to make an opponent fall to their knees with a single glance. Even she had to admit that the articles were a little ridiculous and felt silly reading them, but she only had a week to prepare for an undercover mission at some fancy elite dinner.

“I’m offended that you still feel the need to read those when you came all this way for my help.”

Even after all these months, Sylus’s deep cadence still made her spine tingle, making her stomach flutter. After his offer to help her learn the ropes of navigating the criminal world, she couldn’t turn down such assistance that would only help her be a better hunter and in turn, do her job more efficiently. Sylus was a rare resource and admittedly, the line between Hunter and informant had been blurred between the two of them from the very first meeting.

Few knew that she was… involved with the Onychinus leader. Not even Tara or their team leader Captain Jenna knew of the professional side of her relationship with him, let alone the unprofessional side. How could she explain to her boss and co-worker that she essentially made a deal with the devil for answers about her past and the odd relations to the Aether Core in her heart? Opal’s relationship with Sylus was mostly a self-serving one and no amount of reasoning would be accepted by the association. She would lose her license and job faster than someone could shout “Wanderer!”

Every meet up with Sylus was a risk, but he had proven himself more than once that whatever was happening between the two of them was equally beneficial and impossible to ignore.

Even if it turns out that for this particular visit, he was far more of a distraction than a help.

Her hair is pushed aside and soft lips graze the side of her neck.

“You seem tense, sweetie. Looks like you need a break, and I know just how to help you relax.”

“I think your idea of ‘relaxing’ will wear me out too much to prepare for this dinner.”

“Maybe,” he teases, placing another tingly kiss below her ear. His voice lowers to a warm purr. “But I quite like the idea of you exhausted in my bed.”

A soft sigh falls from her lips as her head sinks to rest on his shoulder. Just as her body relaxes into the sensation and Sylus’s hands creep around her torso, the phone trills. Before her eyes even open to see who it is, he swipes to answer the call.

“Dr. Zayne, how nice of you check in.”

Like a bucket of ice water had been poured atop her head, she jolts up to swipe the phone from the stand. Red mist swirls around her limbs, pinning her to the chair and keeping her rooted as Sylus continues his leisurely petting. He speaks in her ear, though his ruby eyes are directed at the small screen in smug satisfaction.

“Did you have a scheduled virtual exam that you forgot to tell me about, sweetie? Should I perform the physical for you, doctor? You must be rather concerned about your patient to be calling this late…” Sylus baits.

“Sylus—”

“It’s rude to interrupt, kitten. I’m speaking to the doctor right now.”

Opal chances a look at the screen where a stoic Zayne watches, hands steepled beneath his chin. He was clearly still at the hospital, though it was not a surprise. It’s more surprising when he actually makes it to his own apartment instead of sleeping on the cot in his office or her couch.

“It would seem I called at a bad time. I’ll speak to you later, Opal.”

Zayne leans forward to end the call but Sylus speaks before he is able.

“Oh there’s really no need. Stay for a while and chat. We were just discussing relaxation techniques. Perhaps you could offer some sound medical insight.”

With that, Sylus releases the shadows of his Evol to pick her up and take her seat.

Ensuring that the phone’s camera is aimed directly at her, he slides his hands under her sleep dress. Slowly hiking the material up her thighs with his large hands, he makes a show of slipping the panties down her legs, teasing Zayne with flashes of soft skin.

Her face heats as Sylus guides her to sit on his lap and then drapes each of her knees over the armrests of the chair. The only thing keeping Zayne from getting a full view is the silky crimson nightgown draping between her legs.

“Sylus—” she tries again, body heating to an unbearable degree as her eyes find Zayne’s through the device. 

Sure, she and Zayne had a more than friendly relationship that often crossed the boundaries between patient and doctor, or even friends, but nothing between the them had ever gotten to this point. She still wasn’t even entirely sure how he felt about her. It was obvious that he cared, but she didn’t know whether it was in a friendly or… more way.

“He doesn’t mind. Do you, Zayne?” Sylus asks.

Zayne’s jaw ticks but he hasn’t made another effort to hang up.

A victorious smirk pulls at Sylus’s lips, the sight obstructed from her view as his warm hands find their place on her body once more.

“Now why don’t you be a good girl and let your doctor and me perform our check-up, hmm?”

Her breathing stutters when Sylus’s hands graze the underside of her breasts, smoothing over the soft silk coving them, though it does nothing to conceal the peaked buds straining against it. His lips find her neck again, wet kisses turning to soft nibbles as he gropes her over the nightgown until she’s panting and grinding against nothing in a desperate search for more friction.

Her soft moans sound over the speaker right into the earbuds that Zayne had put in. His eyes flick to the office door, ensuring he had locked it behind him. The last thing he needed right now was for Greyson to barge in. There were already too many men vying for Opal’s attention and even the thought of the young doctor accidentally catching a glimpse is enough to set him on edge.

Finally, Sylus puts everyone out of their misery, sliding the hem of the gown up and revealing her shiny, slick core. It was enough to coat her thighs and was quite obvious even through the dim lighting of a phone screen.

Zayne sucks in a breath at the sight, though it was barely audible over Opal’s intoxicating mewls. Sylus slides a finger down her slit, parting the folds to give him an unmistakable view of the pretty pussy he had been fantasizing about for so long. She was so much more perfect than his mind could have ever conjured.

“Would you look at that,” Sylus chuckles. Pulling his fingers from her center despite her whining protest, he holds them up to the light. His fingers part, allowing the slick to web between them. Sucking them into his mouth, he hums in satisfaction. “Divine.”

She lost track of time as Sylus spread her out on his lap and played with her, bringing her to the edge over and over again until her legs shook and she felt madness taking over. Just as she was on the edge of the peak for the umpteenth time, he pulls away with a sadistic chuckle, demon that he was. A tormented cry rips from her throat as she sinks into his body with defeat.

“Sylus, please!” she whimpers, tears streaking down her cheeks in frustration. She couldn’t even bring herself to feel any shame in the moment at Zayne seeing her in such a pathetic state.

“What do you think, doctor? Has she been good for us? Or should we let her suffer a little longer?”

Silence erupts from the other line for several beats. The only sounds are her sweet pleas and the wet squelching between her legs when Sylus begins his steady torment once again.

“Go on, sweetie. Ask the good doctor to let you cum.”

“Zayne,” she mewls. “Please...”

When she trails off, Sylus clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Now, now, kitten. If you can’t ask for what you want, how are we supposed to provide?”

Her throat bobs as the rush of embarrassment floods back, face heating at the prospect. But right now she was so wound up that she needed the release more than her dignity. She looks to the camera, meeting Zayne’s eyes through screen.

Though stiff as ever, he looked so handsome with his sleeves rolled up and top buttons of his shirt undone. The only indications that he was winding down for the day because his hair was still perfectly styled, and though he must be exhausted, not a hint of it shows.

“Zayne,” she swallows nervously, trying again and hoping she wouldn’t come to regret this. “Please let me cum.”

Sylus rewards her with more pressure between her legs, barely any effort needed at this point to send her reeling toward the top of that peak again. Shivers wrack through her, moans echoing off of the dark walls of the study and filling Zayne’s ears like a symphony. He couldn’t take it if she were denied again, her pain feeling like his own as the aching erection beneath his desk throbs out of control and he subtly presses down on it with a firm hand.

“Let her orgasm,” Zayne says quietly, voice clipped.

Sylus grins like the devil he is.

“Doctor’s orders, sweetie.”

The swirling of his teasing fingers finally give her what she’s been begging for, making her fall apart on his lap with a cry. Sylus drapes an arm over her center, holding her in place while he presses his own painful erection into her back. She falls limp against him with exhaustion.

“Thanks for checking in, Zayne but as you can see, I have things under control here.”

Clearly having made whatever point he aimed to, Sylus leans forward with Opal still spread out on his lap and ends the call.

“Why do you have to antagonize him?” Opal asks, voice laced with sleepiness though she knew her night was far from over.

“Because he thinks you’re just his. You’re not,” Sylus growls in her ear, that careful control of his slipping now that there wasn’t an audience for his depravity.

He makes quick work of his trousers, oblivious to the fact, or simply not caring, that the designer material was soaked in her essence. His long pale cock springs free, the tip an angry red and slick from denying himself.

“You’re ridiculous. Zayne doesn’t-- ahh!” Opal loses her train of thought as Sylus impales her where they sit, cutting her off with the sounds of their shared bliss. She quivers around his pulsing cock, making his head spin at how good she feels.

“He does,” Sylus insists with a hard thrust, emphasizing his point as his arms tighten to keep her from squirming. “And you know how I feel about sharing.”

She did know. Sylus had taken to learning about Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne surprisingly well. In fact, he had known about them long before she disclosed her relationships with the other men in her life because Sylus was a certified stalker.

“As long as you get your fair share,” Opal repeats the words Syus had said to her when they finally had that conversation.

“That’s right, kitten. The hunter knows how to share and the artist… well, you seem to know how to make him behave. The doctor though?” Another hard thrust to make her cry out and quiver. “He seems to think that if only he waits long enough— is patient for long enough, that he’ll eventually have you all to himself. And I’m here to show him that won’t be happening.”

Days later, Opal sits in an exam room wearing a gown, awaiting the arrival of the doctor for her weekly check-up. She is equal parts embarrassed and worried about how things will be with Zayne after that call with Sylus. 

Apparently she had nothing to worry about because form the moment he walked in, Zayne was the picture of professionalism, though she expected no less. What she did not expect was the room temperature reservation in his tone as he checked her stats, something totally normal for any other patient he was seeing.

But to Opal, it was off.

Since they found themselves in one another’s lives again, they had developed a friendly— even flirty rapport, and had been growing closer by the week. Now, it was just like that first appointment all over again.

“No dramatic changes from last week. That’s good,” he says. Pulling the stethoscope from her chest, he loops it over his neck. “Though I suspect you still are not getting enough sleep.”

The implication of why she hasn’t been getting enough rest hangs in the air like a weight. He’s using the same voice he uses with his staff and other patients; the one where he is trying to be polite and cordial but keeping the conversation clinical. Cold Analysis. Though his tone seems to have an icy undercurrent that he has never directed at her before.

It feels like an accusation.

Even though he participated in whatever that night was.

He’s so hard to read.

The pen scribbles across the clipboard as Zayne takes his notes. He hasn’t looked Opal in the eye once since entering the exam room.

Unable to take this weirdness any longer, she decides to rip off the bandage. The only way to face this was like any other problem she encountered in life. Head-on.

Her face heats as she forces out the words.

“I’m sorry about that night. Sylus can be… intense is the nicest way I can put it,” she forces out a laugh.

Zane’s only response is a hum of acknowledgment. The incessant scratch of pen on paper fills the silence, only making it all the louder.

“Why won’t you talk to me, Zayne?”

“We’re talking right now.”

“You know what I mean…”

Silence.

“You can’t even look at me.” Opal’s voice shakes, practically pleading with him to open up. At a loss for anything else to do, she cups his cheeks and pulls his gaze to meet hers. Those forest green eyes finally break from the paperwork. “Please.”

He lets out a deep sigh, placing the pen and clipboard on the counter.

What he does say takes her by surprise.

“Because with you here, all I can think about is how beautiful you looked spread out on his lap. Asking for my permission to…” He trails off with another deep sigh, swiping a frustrated hand through his dark strands. “It’s taking every ounce of professionalism I possess as your physician— and respect as your friend— to not lay you out right here and wrap your thighs around my head so I can find out for myself if you taste as sweet as I have been imagining.”

Her lips part in shock at the confession, catching the bottom one between her teeth to stifle the words wanting to follow. It would be a lie to say she hasn’t been thinking about him in this way for a very long time. Ever since they were young. Anyone with eyes could see that Zayne was absolutely gorgeous but that cold attitude of his is difficult for anyone to bypass. She was one of the few people he allowed into his icy fortress, so she never pushed, not wanting to take that for granted.

But it was too late for that at this point, wasn’t it?

“So find out.”

Zayne goes still at her words.

When he makes no move to either back away or put a stop to this, she takes the risk of carefully sliding his glasses down the bridge of his nose. Closing the arms, she places them safely atop his clipboard then slowly lies back, lifting her feet to rest on the edge of the exam table.

Still Zayne doesn’t move, frozen like an ice sculpture as he analyzes Opal with cold calculation.

After a moment of nothing still, she begins to panic as shame and doubt take over.

This was a mistake.

Just because he took Sylus’s bait that night doesn’t mean he ever wanted to continue whatever was started.

When her watch begins to beep, indicating an increased heart rate, it seems to break whatever spell Zayne had been under. His attention drops to the note the number pulsing on the screen. However, he doesn’t seem concerned as he presses the button on the side to suppress the beeping and his gaze finds hers. Chilly fingers run up the outer part of her thighs, pushing the gown up with a trail of goosebumps in their wake until cool air kisses her center.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” Opal rushes out, not wanting to give him another moment to over think it. “I want you, Zayne. Please.”

There was that word again. And she says it so sweetly.

Beautiful.

Grabbing her hips, he yanks her down the table until her bottom rests on the edge, making her yelp in surprise at his suddenly aggressive nature. As he lowers to one knee, Zayne places each of her knees over his shoulders, making him the only thing to keep her propped up.

Only then, does he allow his eyes to trail down her body. He would have preferred for their first time together like this to be in her own clothing and not a hospital gown. Would have liked to court her properly in his own time, but he had done enough waiting and look where it had landed them. He had been the shining example of patience when it came to her, but now he was feeling selfishly spurred on with her consent.

Pacing himself, he starts with a light kiss on the pretty little bud peeking out between her folds. The moment his lips come into contact, her juices glossing his tastebuds, he groans into her. Soft, lean fingers grip under her thighs, pushing them back to open her up more as his tongue flicks out to lick from bottom to top, gathering the taste. He kisses her pussy the way he has been dreaming of kissing her mouth, something else he will have to remedy soon.

After having a taste of her, he wouldn’t be letting her slip through his fingers again.

Even if it meant sharing her with the artist and that criminal.

Even if the thought made his blood frost over.

“Zayne,” she gasps, fingers threading lightly through his hair.

Normally, he would be irritated that his perfectly coiffed hair was being mussed up, but he finds he rather likes the feeling of her nails on his scalp.

The only response to his name on her lips is to keep going, tongue dipping into her slick cavern and coating himself with her sweet flavor.

He hates to admit it, even if only to himself, but Sylus had been correct— Opal was absolutely divine.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 52 - Finale

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber, Steve Kemp

Note: 🕊️

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“Alright, one o’clock,” Amber says as she walks into the room. She sets down her phone and you pull the pillow over the tablet to hide it. “Is that enough time?” 

“Sure,” you answer. You don’t have much choice. It has to be done and the sooner, the better. You want it to be done with. All of it. 

As much as you want everything to go back to how it was, you know that even this can’t make it so. Things will always be different. You will always be different. 

“I’m just going to give Curtis a call and check in.” She explains. 

“Right,” you shrug and smile at her. 

You wait for her to leave before you move the cushion. You’re nervous about the appointment. It’s going to hurt probably. You don’t think anything can hurt as much as everything that’s happened in the last few months. 

You tap the screen to wake it up. The library of videos opens and you scroll through. You spent have the night wavering between the delete button and just smashing the tablet. For whatever reason, you can’t do either. 

You close the cover again, still caught in indecision. Once you’ve dealt with the baby, you’ll be able to think. You get up and take the tablet with you to your room. You dress in your old clothes; a pair of faded jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. 

It’s strange being in that place again. You look around at all those things you almost forgot. Amber didn’t change a single piece of it. Your chest sinks as your eyes cling to the window. What did she think when she found you gone? You feel horrid for hurting her like that. 

You sit and pull on socks then rub together your frigid hands. The world around you is both hazy and vivid. You feel every second roll by and yet the colours and the sounds are all so distant. Today is the day. 

You hide the tablet under your pillow and go back out. Amber is on the couch. Her shoulders are almost to her ears. She’s as anxious as you are. 

“Curtis can’t drive us. He’s caught up helping out his buddy.” She explains. 

“Oh, that’s okay,” you shrug. 

“We’ll take my car. He fixed the heating issue so it should hold out,” she says, flicking her thumb against her phone nervously. 

You go to her and sit, “it’ll be okay.” 

She sniffs and sits forward. You feel her look at you, “are you?” 

“I think?” You clutch your knees. “I don’t know. I just feel... sure. Certain.” 

“That’s good. But you know, it’s entirely your choice.” 

“I know and that’s why I’m sure,” you force a tense smile. 

Her phone buzzes. She squints at the screen as she reads. “He said he’ll bring us some dinner. He should be done with Jake by then.” 

You nod and your eyes explore the room. She’s silent, still watching. 

“So much is different,” you murmur. “You know Jake too?” 

“Sure. He helped us. When you sent that message. He found you.” She says. 

You look at her, “found me?” 

“I know. Sneaky.” 

“No, it’s... good.” You lower your head. 

You linger in the lull. It’s not uncomfortable. It’s calm. Patient. There’s a rattle at the window. A strange tapping. You look over and Amber follows the noise too. 

There’s a dove outside looking in. The frost in the window has warmed to condensation in the last days. You stare at its grey feathers as it coos and quorks its head. 

“Spring is close,” Amber says. “The birds are coming back.” 

You stare, hypnotised by the creature. A second dove lands beside it. You read that they often stay in pairs. 

“Well, about an hour and we’ll head out,” Amber gets up. “You need anything, bub?” 

“No, I’m fine,” you assure her and lean back, “I’m just going to close my eyes.” 

She hums and goes into the kitchen. You listen to her as you relax into the couch. You drag your hands up to your stomach. Almost there. 

🕊️

As Amber drives, your eyes catch in the side mirror. You give a start and sit up against the seat belt. You shake off the fright as the grey car behind you slows with the flow of traffic. No, you’re imagining things. 

You lean your arm on the door and hold your head. Amber idles in the clog of the street and taps her fingers on the steering wheel. She looks ahead and clucks. You’re ahead of schedule. You couldn’t stay still and it’s a good thing you left early. 

She continues on in the slog and flips her blinker. She takes a side street away from the dense main way. Before she can circle around the block, a pair of headlights flash in the mirror. You don’t get more than a glimpse of their glare. She pulls through the back entry beside the dumpsters and curls around the front of the clinic. 

“Oof, finally here,” she shifts into park. “You think with the weather getting nicer, more people would walk.” 

“Yeah,” you agree dully. 

Your ears are buzzing. You look over your shoulder at the clinic then back to the fence ahead of you. You exhale. 

“Bub,” Amber says as she shuts off the engine. 

“It’s okay. I’m ready,” you say. “Just... something...” 

Your voice trails off as another car pulls up from the back of the lot. You turn and your chest knots at the familiar grill and emblem. It can’t be. It’s just a coincidence. 

The SUV pulls in next to you and you look up at their tinted window. His silhouette alone is enough to assure you. You reach over and grab Amber’s wrist as she unlocks the door. 

“No, lock them!” You cry out as Andy open’s his car door. 

“Bubba--” She swallows her protest and the locks thunk. “Shit!” 

Andy’s treads his the ground and he slams the door. He looks around, staring at the clinic, then scowls. He bends to look through the passenger window at you. 

“Open up.” He demands. 

“Fuck off!” Amber shoves her hand across you and flips him the finger. “Don’t make me call the police again.” 

“You fucking liar!” He snarls as he hits the window, his voice muffled by the barrier, “I knew you were hiding her.” 

“I said go the fuck away,” she leans over. 

You watch Andy in horror. You shrink down as you tremble. You’re not ready for this. Not for him. 

“Dove, Dove,” his gaze falls and meets yours, “hey, sweetie, let’s talk. I calmed down. Please--” 

You close your eyes and shake your head. 

“She doesn’t want to talk,” Amber snips. 

“Dove, you can’t--” he pauses. “Whatever you’re doing here, don’t do it. Please. We can figure this out. I know what this place is--” 

You shake your head and drone, “no, no, no, no, no, no...” 

“Go away!” Amber barks again and slaps the window. She pulls back and grabs her phone. “I’m calling Officer Jones. How many reports is that, Andrew?” 

“Wait...” you gulp as you open your eyes and grab her arm. “Wait...”t 

“Bub, please--” 

You squeeze and let her go, “he’s my problem. Let me deal with him.” 

“You can’t. He's dangerous. He’ll hurt you--” 

“I don’t care. He can’t hurt me. Not anymore.” You undo your seat belt and take a breath.  

She says your name as you reach for the lock and slide it up. The door opens from the other side. Amber latches on as you try to get out. You tug and pull away. 

You get out and close the door. Andy crowds you between the cars, his hands on your shoulders at once, sliding up to cradle your face. 

“Sweetie, sweetie, I was so afraid--” 

You grasp his wrists and lean away as he tries to kiss you. 

“Don’t touch me,” you yanks his arms down and shove him. He’s big and strong. You almost forgot that. Still, he does as you tell him. His eyes are bloodshot and his face pale. 

“Honey,” he begs. 

“No.” 

“What-- what are you doing here?” He rasps and looks over again. “You’re-- you’re-- you have to be. It’s mine, isn’t it?” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s mine. It has to be! I’m the only one. The only one!” He grabs your arms again, “Please, honey, I can take care of you. Both of you. You and the baby.” 

“No!” You exclaim and hit his chest.  

Another car door snaps shut and Amber’s shadow comes around the trunk. You look at her and give her a look. She stops, worry woven above her brow. You face Andy again and push until he stops touching you.  

“It’s not yours and even if it was, I wouldn’t want it. Just like I never wanted you,” you sneer. 

“Dove, you don’t mean--” 

“I mean it,” you hiss. “I hate you. I always hated you but I was afraid.” You hit his stomach and he staggers back. “You’re a bully. That’s all you are.” 

“No, I love you--” 

“No, you don’t!” You holler and stomp your foot. You point at him, “you don’t love anyone. You can’t. I’m not the broken one. You are!” 

“Dove--” he stands straight and reaches for you. You slap his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me. I’m done with you. I don’t want anything to do with you!” 

“You don’t have a choice,” he snarls, his eyes darkening as his expression hardens. “That’s my baby, I have rights--” 

He lunges for you and you cry out. He doesn’t get to you as Amber launches herself between you and tackles him against his car. She’s smaller than him but that doesn’t stop her. She bites his hand as he tries to grab her neck and she jabs two fingers into his ribs. He wheezes and recoils. 

She pushes away and stands between you and him. She keeps you behind her as she stands tall. 

“Try it again.” 

“You can’t do this. You can’t keep me away from her. You can’t kill my child--” 

“It’s not yours!” You shout and peek around Amber. You squeeze her arm and step up next to her. “It’s Dr. Kemp’s. Your friend. The one who helped you hurt me.” 

“No, I didn’t--” he begins. 

“You did. I have proof. I have the videos.” 

“What videos?” He spits. 

“I changed the password,” you say. “You can’t get rid of them now.” 

“No, you’re lying. There’s no--” 

“I have them all. Every single one.” Your eyes overflow. “It’s your name on the account, not mine. The police can figure it out, can’t they?” 

He looks as if he’s been hit again. The lines in his forehead deepens and his mouths slits to a thin line. He glares at you. The way that used to make you do whatever he wanted. Not this time. 

“It’s over. I’m done with you. I never even wanted you, Andy,” you breathe. “No one could ever want you, not even me.” 

He winces and his lips part but nothing comes out. 

“And if you ever come near me or my sister again,” you twine your fingers through Amber’s and cling to her. “I will send those videos to the police.” 

He stares, eyes searching, pleading. You won’t fall for it. He can make himself look pathetic but you don’t believe him. Not anymore. 

He waits. You say nothing. He sniffs and pulls his shoulders back. His jaw grits and his eyes flash. 

“You’re just the same as you always were. Fucked in the head,” he grits and goes to turn. Before he can, you swing your foot up. It’s a low blow, cheap, but you don’t care.  

Your toes meet the front of his pants and he grunts. He staggers and falls to his knees, clutching his crotch as he shudders. You get closer as Amber keeps a hold on your hand. You bend and lower your voice as you get close to Andy’s ear. 

“I never came for you,” you whisper. 

He gurgles and you back up. There’s nothing else to say. You turn and tug on Amber. You walk away without looking back. 

As you get to the door of the clinic, the sun comes out from behind the clouds and beams against the white brick. A cheep tweaks in your ear and you turn to see the sparrows bustling in the barren branches of the bushes. They send up a chatter that fills the air. You can hear it all. You can see it all. Feel it all. 

You keep your grip tight on Amber and reach for the door with your other hand, ready to open it and all the other doors that come after it. You don’t want to hide anymore. You want to fly. 

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I just want to thank everyone who has followed along on Dove's journey. It was bumpy and took a while, and it definitely took a lot out of me (in a good way). I hope you enjoyed this.

Until next time 💗

[greynatomy]

A Chance

Lexie Grey x Fem!Reader

My first grey’s anatomy imagine! Decided to write a fic on what inspired my name.

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Throughout Lexie’s intern year, Mark and Lexie have been dancing around their romantic feelings for each other.

… Or so everyone thought.

Derek and Meredith got so fed up in the two that they decided that they would take matters into their own hands.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”

Mark looks up from his tablet at the nurse’s station. “What?”

“You give her all these looks and won’t even ask her out.”

“She doesn’t feel the same way.”

“I call bullshit. She gives you the same looks.”

“Really?” Mark looks at him, intrigued.

“Yes, so ask her out sometime soon.”

After a few seconds of thinking, “Help me plan the perfect date.”

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At the cafeteria, Meredith sees Lexie sitting at a table on her own eating her lunch. She observes her sister for a bit, seeing her smiling very big at her phone, making her wonder what was it that is making her so happy. She swiftly walks to her sister and sits down on the unoccupied chair.

“Uh, hi?” Lexie confusedly looks at Meredith.

“When are you gonna stop ignoring your feelings from Mark?”

After hearing those worlds, Lexie chokes on whatever she was drinking. Caught completely off guard to what her sister just said.

“I do not have feelings for Mark! What made you think that?”

“Oh, yeah? Come on! You give each other these looks that screams that you want to drag each other in an on call room.”

Wide-eyed, Lexie couldn’t even think of what to say.

“Look. I don’t know how to came to that conclusion, but I can assure you I don’t have these feelings that you’re saying I have. I’ve never even thought about him that way.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Nope!”

“Well, why not? Mark is totally in love with you.”

“Until he says that, I won’t believe him. But if he did I would reject his advances because that would make me unfaithful.”

With that, Lexie walks away.

“Unfaithful?” Meredith asks herself.

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It’s now a few days after. The workday was done for Lexie. She was ready to just go home and sleep the night away until she has to come back to work, not knowing of a surprise coming her way. Or multiple surprises.

As she’s walking out to the exit of the hospital, she hears quick footsteps behind her.

“Hey, Lexi.”

“Hi, Mark. What’s up?”

“Uh, well, I was just wondering if you have some time after work tomorrow? For some dinner.”

“Like a date?”

“Yes.” He replied confidently.

Not far away, Meredith and Derek are watching the interaction.

“She’s definitely going to say yes.” Derek stated with a smile.

Meredith looks at him sheepishly. “IforgottotellyouthatwhenItalkedtoLexieshesaidthatshewouldturnMarkdownbecauseshedoesn’tseehimanywayromanticatall.” She said very quickly all in one breath.

“Say that agin, but slower.”

“I forgot to tell you that when I talked to Lexie she said that she would turn Mark down because she doesn’t see him any way romantic at all.”

“What?! Why didn’t you tell me.”

“I don’t know! I didn’t believe her, but I should’ve believed her cause she said something about feeling the same way would make her unfaithful.”

“So, she’s in a relationship?”

“I think so.”

“So, Mark’s gonna get his heart broken?”

“Probably.”

Back with Mark and Lexie, Lexie is speechless while Mark looks hopeful.

“Look, Mark.” She pauses, trying to find the right words. “I am flattered, but I don’t feel anything romantic towards you.”

“What? But Derek said that we look each other the same.”

“Well he was probably seeing things cause I don’t look at you any other way but friendly.”

“Can’t you just give me a chance. Just one date and after you can tell me to stop if you still don’t feel the same.”

“I can’t. Besides…” Lexie looks away, which happens to be over by the door. At that moment she sees someone walk in holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing an army uniform, taking the beret off their head. Lexi becomes wide-eyed, not believing who she’s seeing.

At the same time, the person looks up, meeting Lexie’s eyes. Her eyes light up, holding up the bouquet of flowers. Lexie completely forgets about Mark and runs past him, jumping into the arms of this woman.

“Oh my god! How are you here? I thought I wouldn’t see you until next week?” She said into his neck, arms clinging onto her.

“I lied.” She said, chuckling into her hair. “Wanted to surprise you.”

Meredith and Derek took this time to walk up to Mark who had a confused and hurt expression on her face as Lexie pushed past him, essentially forgetting about their conversation.

“What just happened?” Meredith was the one to break the silence.

“I have no clue.”

“I asked her to give me a chance at on date to see if her mind changes, but she said no.”

“That’s probably the person she’s in a relationship with then.”

“She’s in a relationship and you didn’t tell me?” Mark asked Derek, hurt.

“I didn’t know until a couple minutes ago. Meredith knew, but didn’t believe her.”

“Even if she’s in a relationship, I usually still get the girl.” Derek looks at him with a face that says ‘really.’ “Right… sorry.”

A few more moments of watching the two embrace, Mark clears his throat cause the two to break apart and look at the others.

“Oh, yeah. Come here.” Lexie says, grabbing the woman’s hand, pulling her towards the group. “These are my friends Mark, Derek, and Meredith.”

“Meredith, your sister?”

“That’s the one.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you all.”

“How do you know Lexie?” Marks straightforwardly asks.

“Uh, well we met in high school actually. Sophomore year, specifically.”

“So, been friends ever since.”

“Best friends. She’s actually my ex-girlfriend.”

“You guys dated?” Mark asks, at the same time Lexie says, “You need to stop calling me your ex-girlfriend.”

You look at her with a smirk. “It’s true though.”

“I’m confused.” Derek speaks up.

“She always introduces or calls me her ex-girlfriend whenever we meet new people.”

“I’m still confused.”

“We’re married, but she technically is my ex-girlfriend because now she’s my wife. So that makes us in-laws.” You clarify, looking towards Derek and Meredith.

As the in-laws converse, Mark is stuck in his own head, reeling back to all the times Lexie could’ve reciprocated his same feelings, but now that he really thought about it, she never showed any signs of it.

“Well, we should go. I’m exhausted and I’m sure this one is too.” Lexie said, the whole day of work finally getting to her. “And Mark. I hope you find someone that is right for you.” With that, she grabs your hand and intertwines it with yours, pulling you to her car.

You both walk away, oblivious to the three staring at your retreating figures.

“We all didn’t read the situation correctly, I guess.” Meredith speaks up, still staring at her sister and husband.

“Don’t worry Mark, you’ll find someone.” Derek pats Mark on the shoulder. They both leave him, walking away, holding onto each other.

Mark is still staring at the both of you, seeing you pick Lexie up bridal style, her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you into a kiss, smiling at each other as you pull away.

Still wishing that Lexie was his to love, Mark is content that she’s happy and loved, even it it’s not with him.

[silentwonderlocks]

Ambrosia's Kiss Pt. 2 - S.R x F!Reader.

A/n: I'm so happy to finally be updating this! it's been sitting in my drafts for waaay too long. The title card is made by me! Hopefully, everyone who comes across this story likes it! Feedback is always appreciated!

Summary: Spencer and the reader talk about the past while the case unfolds new information.

Warnings: mentions of violence, talks of deadly chemicals, typical criminal minds, use of Y/n, slow burn, use of nicknames, Spencer and Y/n denying feelings.

Words: 4.k+

Read part one here!

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Once the plane was up and gliding smoothly in the air, the team huddled, continuing their talk about the profile. What they could come up with now was that the unsub was the submissive type of killer. He used less aggressive ways to kill, and he went after low-risk victims as well, so he had a type. Where the bodies were placed, his comfort zone was huge. Both parks are at equal distances, about 20 minutes by car. But it wasn’t enough to go off of, so Hotch split up the team for when they landed. Spencer and Morgan would head to the most recent crime scene while Y/n and Emily would go to the morgue. Rossi and Hotch would talk to the grieving families for helpful information. For now, everyone was just reading over the file and enjoying the peace before the chaos.

Y/n sat in her window seat, the little table in front of her pulled down so she could rest her tablet. Next to the tablet was a notebook, filled with scribbled-down notes about previous cases and this one included. Some of the writing was theories of what kind of unsub they were dealing with and others were trying to figure out the meaning behind certain details. At the moment, she had daffodils, a black dress, poison, and red hair written down; those seemed to be the most essential details that caught her eye. Y/n was staring at the photo of Vanessa Garrett before she succumbed to her fate. A happy woman living life in her 20s, a bright young college student. On her way to becoming a full-time EMT, such a sad ending for a young woman. The agent sighs softly, shutting off her tablet, and rubs her eyes feeling the strain of the screen affect her. Y/n did this too often, getting caught up in past events. She needed to focus on the present so they could all catch this monster of a human. Swimming in her thoughts, she finally returns to reality when a hand grips her shoulder in a soft squeeze.

Y/n pulls her hands away from her face to turn towards the person touching her shoulder, she smiles when it’s Spencer. He looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed together like he’s analyzing her, a look of concern present.

“Is your head hurting, Dragonfly?” Spencer’s nickname for Y/n since he first saw the little pin in her hair. Only he didn’t start calling her that until after she wore it almost daily. There were only 20 days that he could remember her not wearing it, and it was usually because she forgot. The pin was a gift from her nephew and she considered it her good luck charm and believed it would keep her safe. Something Spencer didn’t understand entirely but he adored how she loved her family.

Y/n smiled at his question and slowly shook her head, then removed her bag from the seat next to her. Then pats it with her hand, and Spencer needs no other hints to take a seat by her.

“Not yet, Lucky.” is Her nickname for Spencer since he was always wearing mismatched socks and when she questioned him on why. When he told her that his grandma considered it good luck to wear different socks, well it stuck like glue. The only memory he had left of her before she passed away when he was younger.

Spencer’s face twists quickly into a bright smile then proceeds to rummage through his messenger bag like an excited child making Y/n snort fondly.

“What are you-” Her voice is cut off when suddenly, a big book of flowers is handed to her. The title is in medium-sized cursive letters saying: ‘Flowerpedia: The unofficial guide to a flower expert.’ There was watercolor art of petals floating on the cover, it was still in a near mint condition. This book was bought recently, there were still remnants of the price sticker on the bottom corner of the cover. She blinks a bit slightly confused, and the bright smile on Spencer’s face isn’t helping so she opens up the book skimming along the words.

Inside the book were all kinds of different facts and stories about flowers. There were four sections of the book, one of all the flowers in the world, their symbolism them, myths and figures associated with flowers, and lastly was the uses in full detail of each flower.

“You seemed to enjoy the little flower fact from earlier, so I thought you might enjoy this book! I already read through it and the section about the symbolism is fascinating. I had no idea that roses with different colors had significant meanings. Like red is for romance, yellow is companionship, and orange is for friendship” Spencer rambled on, his brown eyes sparkling as he spoke.

He was so proud of his gift, though part of it was out of spite. The thought of that bouquet on Y/n’s desk seemed to keep taunting him. If someone tried to date her, Spencer was sure Y/n would have told him about it. They almost told each other everything, and he knew Y/n was an avid book reader. Indeed that was better than a flower bouquet, right? Spencer had to pause in his thoughts, why was he trying to compete with a man he didn’t know existed? He never even asked her about it, so why should he care?

‘Besides that fact, Y/n is my friend and coworker nothing more..’ If that was true then why did his thoughts make his heart hurt?

“Wow Spencer, this is amazing. I love it~ So..is that lavender fact in here? Or was that Spencer-only knowledge?” Y/n’s sweet voice made Spencer regain focus, he chuckled softly at her comment.

“Oh! There are so many lavender facts in there, like here. It should be on page 256” Spencer doesn’t wait to grab the book from Y/n’s hand making her snort fondly once more. He begins to flip through pages until he reaches the designated number. Using his skinny finger, Spencer begins to underline the words speaking along.

“Lavandula angustifolia, most commonly known as Lavender is..” He pauses when he looks at Y/n. She wasn’t looking at him, she was just staring back at the tablet. Since the team huddle, Y/n seemed to be on edge slightly by the newest case. Spencer frowned and closed the book, placing it next to her tablet. Then he grabbed the tablet, slipping it into his messenger back, and that’s when he got a reaction.

“Hey! Spencer, I need that!”

“Not right now...what’s wrong?”

Y/n paused, her mouth was slightly open then she closed it. She took a moment before letting out a sigh and a frown. Her eyes were filled with caution but there was also the need for comfort that radiated from her.

“Do you ever have a bad feeling about a case?? Like you want it to go well, you want to believe that we’ll save the day right? I know, we don’t always but I hate having this feeling of…” Y/n trailed off having trouble finding the right words to say.

“False hope?” He answers and asks for her.

“Yes..not only that but this feeling that... Something will happen and we can’t stop it..”

Spencer stayed silent, he was never good at being the comforter. He needed it from others, although he had been through more than the other group members. Spencer still didn’t properly know how to act sometimes. He had been in her spot so many times, Spencer remembered he started thinking like that after Tobias Hankel, George Foyett, hell any case that threatened him or his team. He understood her concerns, yet he could never comfort himself like he wanted to do with her.

“I try not to think about the possibilities..” Spencer started before Y/n cut him off.

“Bullshit, you are always thinking, Lucky,” She says, not as an insult but more of a plea. Y/n wanted honest thoughts from him.

“Heh. I used to get those feelings and I still do from time to time. The idea of if we were doing more harm than good? If we were helping people even when we had to let the unsub go or they got away. If constantly being around suffering was worth it to see a happy ending…” Spencer’s voice lowered into a soft tone. One that was conflicted with himself.

“And…was it?”

“Sometimes...Sometimes I just wanted to go home and forget what I had seen” Y/n frowned at his words, knowing how ironic it was, Spencer wanted to forget but with that memory of his. He would always be haunted by something in his past.

She offers her hand to Spencer, palm up. A friendly gesture that Spencer accepted remarkably. He may have hated germs and touches but always enjoyed Y/n’s interactions. In comfortable silence, they held each other’s hand until Spencer broke it.

“What brought this up, Dragonfly? You were fine this morning.”

“This case bothers me, rubs me in the wrong way. He’s killing these women but treating them like they are…”

“Trophies?”

“Yes..or like a collection. He takes these women and doesn’t degrade them but makes them into..enchantresses? Just sickens me.”

“He’s clearly showing signs of some delusion; we had a similar case way back. A brother and little sister, the mother was hospitalized for chopping off her daughter’s limb. About how it would make her less appealing to the devil. The mother eventually died in a fire at the hospital. The son had delusions that he saw certain women as wives of the devil just like his mother” Spencer begins an intense look at his features as if the memory just happened yesterday.

“He was poisoning these women with pure nicotine, soaking it in these dresses from a play. Shakespeare’s Merry Wives of Windsor. Then, they would suffocate to death from the toxin. His mind became so broken that he believed his sister was chosen as a wife. Luckily, we caught him in time before his sister could suffer.”

“Oh my god..that’s..awful.”

Spencer nods then sighs running a hand through his hair.

“There have been worse ones..but anyway, do you like the book?” He asks, deciding to change the subject.

“Oh yeah! I love it. I can’t wait to learn about some of my favorite flowers. Who knows, this might help in this case.” Y/n grins at Spencer, who shrugs with an equally stupid grin.

“Maybe it will.” Their hands still intertwined perfectly comfortably.

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The weather in Warren Valley was bright and warm, but the rain seemed to drizzle over the town despite the sunshine. Due to the rain and sun, a light mist also covered the roads making Emily grumble, who was driving herself and Y/n to Warren Valley’s morgue. They needed to see the victim's body for any more evidence they could use for the profile. Y/n smiled at Emily’s scoff, looking up from her map in the passenger seat.

“What? You don’t like rain?” Y/n asked, looking back and forth between the misty road and Emily’s focused face. Emily cracked a smile back, keeping her eyes in front of her. She always enjoyed Y/n’s company, seeing her as a good friend. Many girls' nights out and hangovers that came with them proved enough.

“Not when it’s covering up the road, I like the ability to see. Makes living a lot easier, don’t you think?” She joked, her eyes breaking away for a moment to look at Y/n. In her lap was the big book of flowers that Spencer had given earlier, a bookmark already in it. Emily couldn’t help but smirk to herself.

“Heh, compared to some of the things I’ve seen in the last few years. Yeaahh, I’ll take the mist. More appealing to look at.” A soft laugh escaped the two women then soon, a comfortable silence washed over them for a few moments.

“So.. I saw the flowers on your desk. Seeing someone finally?” Emily asked, a teasing smile creeping its way to her face.

Y/n scoffed, then laughed and shook her head at Emily’s comment. A light smile on her face as she answered back.

“No, the flowers are for my sister. It was her birthday, and I wanted to ensure she knew I didn’t forget.”

Emily hummed in response with a slow nod, apparently unhappy with the answer. Y/n raised an eyebrow at Emily and nudged her with her elbow.

“What?”

“Well, Spencer gave you a book about flowers.” Emily gestures to the book on Y/n’s lap. “ You both were holding hands earlier on the jet and according to Rossi, he saw you two talking about flowers earlier. We all saw the flowers on the desk..” She trails off slowly, waiting for Y/n to pick up the pieces.

Y/n’s eyes narrowed at Emily’s words, and she sat back in the seat, letting herself sink into the cushion. This wasn’t the first time that the team had asked or assumed that Spencer or her had made a move on one other. The time Spencer asked Y/n after a long case week if she wanted to come along with him to see his mom only because he needed the mental support, and didn’t feel comfortable asking the others.

“Spencer and I are not dating, every time you guys assume you’re always wrong, Spencer is just an excellent friend.” Y/n responds finally with a smile, but there’s a pain in her eyes. Luckily Emily is focused on driving that she doesn’t see, it doesn’t stop her from hearing the sorrow in Y/n’s tone.

“Every time you tell me that, your voice gets sad.” Emily points with concern laced in her voice.

“....” Y/n didn’t know when it first happened. It started with the little butterflies in her stomach when he would smile. Some days, she would be looking at him and admiring his beauty, he was always handsome to her, but now her looks were endearing at most. It was normal one day the next like she woke up and saw the bigger picture.

Y/n had boundaries, though; she knew of Maeve, his old girlfriend, and how her fate happened. Spencer had told her a few stories, but the subject always became hard for him to open up about. Whatever else she knew was because the team was helping to fill in the blanks. Maybe it had to do with it being almost a year and a half since her death. Y/n concluded that Maeve had to be the love of his life, so if Spencer was ever to love again, she doubted it would be her. He found love outside of work once before and would do it again.

“You need to talk to him about it, let him know before you regret it” Emily spoke again trying to give advice.

Y/n shook her head again, then waved her hand, trying to dismiss Emily. Her focus was now looking out the window.

“Spencer doesn’t need to know about this. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable or awkward.”

“I know it’s hard to talk to him about this bu-”

“Emily, I appreciate it but, I want to focus on this case. We can talk about this later.” Y/n cuts her off, just wanting to end the conversation for now. It was making her head hurt, Great now she would have a migraine later.

No answer from Emily except a soft sigh. She decided to drop the subject for now, but she wouldn’t forget about it. The rest of the ride was in silence until the car stopped at the parking lot of the morgue. Slipping the book into her bag, Y/n and Emil exited the car. Once inside the building, Y/n and Emily were greeted by an older man in his late 50s with sandy blonde hair, clearly with years of experience sunken in his face. He wore glasses along with a friendly smile to the two agents.

“SSA Prentiss and SSA L/n?” He asked, then proceeded to give a nod and offer his hand out for a handshake.

Emily is the first to engage with the shake, and Y/n is next. “My name is Dr. Franklin. Your superior SSA Hotch told me you would be coming. Please follow me, ladies.” The silence lasted for a few seconds as the trio walked down the hallway and into a set of double doors.

“What can you tell us about the victim?” Emily asks first as they approach the medical table.

A look of grimace and sorrow washes over Dr. Franklin’s face, he turns to his right to pick up a clipboard. His eyes scan over the paper as he proceeds to speak.

“ Well, the tox screen returned, and I’ll let you see it yourself.” Dr. Franklin says handing the clipboard to Y/n. She looks over her eyebrows furrowing together while Emily looks over at Caylee

“Lycorine and Coniine? Not the usual chemicals we find, any idea how she could have gotten these into her system?”

“Well, based on the chemical compound we found. It looks like your suspect is taking the coniine and mixing it with the lycorine. Your victim was severely dehydrated more than likely due to the poison. ” Dr. Franklin responds as he waits for the two agents.

“And what exactly are those chemicals?” Emily asks, raising an eyebrow.

Before Dr. Franklin could say another word, Y/n was already flipping through the Flowerpedia. She frowns, finding two different sections. The older man watched with curiosity as Y/n frowns looking over at Emily.

“It’s Daffodils and Wolfsbane. The Lycorine is the pure chemical from the flower itself, same with the coniine. It’s not hard for someone to find out the chemical makeup and then alter it..”

“Daffodils??” Emily asked with a confused tone and look, clearly trying to wrap her head around how an unsub was using flowers.

“Daffodils are essentially harmless, ingesting one doesn't harm you. The more you get dehydrated and stomach sickness. Most children who are treated for it are usually fine within 24hrs with proper hydration.” Dr. Franklin comments, placing his two cents into the conversation.

“True but you know as a doctor that too much of anything can be harmful..” Y/n says closing the book and sighs. The weight as she puts it away in her bag grows heavier with each lingering thought. She or Emily didn't dare comment on how ironic the book helping was. It had to be a coincidence.

Dr. Franklin moves over to show Caylee’s wrists, his finger pointing to the purple bruising around them. “The bound marks on her wrists suggest rope or leather for an extended amount of time.” Dr. Franklin shook his head, placing down Caylee’s wrist with care.

“Wait, he’s mixing wolfsbane with daffodils? Did you find any puncture holes on her?” Y/n asks looking back at Emily.

Dr. Franklins responds as he removes his glasses, a cleaning cloth in hand.

“By the tissue damage we found in the throat and stomach, I would say it was ingested.”

“But why use the daffodil chemical if you already have an excellent poison right there?”

“Get me a pair of scissors please,” Emily interrupted a white medical glove on her hand as she was inspecting Caylee’s hair, a pair of tweezers in her hand. Confused, Y/n walks over to Emily’s side to look at what she’s discovered handing her the pair of silver scissors.

At the top of the hairline, all around her scalp, there were small lines crisscrossing from the hair to the skin. Speckles of dried blood painted at the border of the two. The skin was tightly taunted, with bruising around each stitch. It had to have been done while she was still alive; there were signs of healing. A sickening sight to see, it makes the pit deepen in Y/n’s stomach once Emily begins to cut the stitches. Upon the final cut, the red auburn hair falls off Caylee’s head revealing a messily cut brunette hair instead.

“Oh god, I didn’t even notice that. My eyesight must be going..” Dr. Franklin frowns his eyes in disbelief and slight horror.

“It’s alright, all that matters is that we caught it now,” Y/n responds to the older gentleman who goes to inspect the other corpse as well.

Emily pauses processing the information before she looks up at Y/n. Her expression was one of empathy yet she felt sick just alone on this discovery.

“He’s sewing wigs into his victims' hair.”

“We need to report to the team,” Y/n says with a sickened look on her face and Emily is already calling her phone to contact Hotch.

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Rainy weather was a delight to most or a nuisance to others. In Spencer’s opinion, he was mostly indifferent. He would rather be in the office or at home curled up with a book while the rain went on. Instead, here he was in a park staring at the dumping site of the victims, surrounded by yellow caution tape. Spencer’s eyes looked around at the park, it was the typical one. A small area for a playground, wide-open field for all kinds of sports, and a dining area filled with four weathered wooden tables, and benches. A twisted, and disgruntled expression rested on Spencer’s face. He stood by Morgan holding a red umbrella shielding them both from the weather’s light rain and mist.

“Well if there was any evidence, the rain washed it away” Morgan said as he stepped underneath the caution tape with Spencer following close behind.

“Why do you think the unsub chose this spot specifically?” Spencer asked as he looked around at the site.

There was indent in the grass from where the body had been laid out. Along with a border of wilting daffodils, the discoloration was already forming in the flower itself.

“Well its out in public so clearly, it wasn't hidden. He must have a message, something he wants to tell the world.”

“It could be a folklore message, the flowers and positioning of the bodies indicates a whimsical and almost artistic expression.” Spencer states as he crouches down to pick one of the wilted flowers with a gloved hand.

Morgan scoffs softly as he watches Spencer, a look of disgust.

“he's got sick taste then”

Spencer doesn't say anything as he tries to understand the meaning of the daffodils. He knew they were considered as a spring flower, they were native to grow in this state but were they important or just a throw away detail?

“So..” Morgan starts with a little smile on his face. The tone in his voice was light and fun, almost teasing. Spencer already didn't like where this was headed.

“You and Y/n earlier were getting all comfy with one another huh?”

Spencer felt a lump in his throat, his heart beat fasten at the thought of what Morgan was implying. Turning his head to look over at Morgan, his voice was a bit higher than he wanted to.

“What do you mean? She's my friend, of course I feel comfortable with her.”

Morgan scoffs softly with a smile. “Comfortable enough to hold her hand on the jet?”

A rush of heat smacked Spencer in the face as he gulped slightly. He frowned standing back up and sighed. Truthfully he was comfortable with Y/n because she made him feel safe. She was his friend and he cherished their friendship, but these newer feelings were confusing him.

“It's not like that..honest.”

Morgan looks at Spencer noticing how the comment seemed to hit him.

“well talk to me kid, I can handle it”

Spencer's lips form into thin lip unsure of how to continue. His eyebrows furrowed in thought as he tries to form the right words to say.

“It's been almost a year since Maeve passed..”

“Reid.”

Spencer shoots his head raising a hand up to stop Morgan from continuing. Then he crossed his arms.

“ Don't. I know I should be moved on by now but I can't help but feel guilty.. what if I'm just using Y/n as a replacement?”

Morgan's face formed into a scowl. “Do you really believe that? Do you even hear yourself?”

“No! At least I don't think so..I would never want to hurt her like that but” Spencer trails off rubbing his own cheek.

“But what?” Morgan says not fully convinced of his friend's words.

“ There was a bouquet of flowers on her desk this morning..and now I'm getting all of these confusing feelings and..I don't know what to think Morgan.”

Morgan stared at Spencer for a moment then chuckled softly with a sad tone.

“Pretty boy, what are you going through? You have nothing to feel guilty about. While you shouldn't let Maeve's death hold you back, you deserve all the time to grieve. But you need to do what feels good for Reid to do.”

Spencer frowns, then speaks in a soft tone.

“I don't know what that is..”

Morgan places a hand on Spencer's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “don't worry, you'll figure it out. But I know you Spencer and I know that if you're feeling something for Y/n. It's not a second hand feeling.”

Spencer let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a scoff with a laugh. He smiled abit though, he always appreciated Morgan's support. Even if some teasing came along with it.

“Thanks Morgan..”

Before Morgan could say another word, he felt his phone vibrate with a new incoming text. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowed intensely as he read. Spencer stares at Morgan with slight confusion, a pit in his stomach starting to form.

“What? What is it?”

“Prentiss and L/N found something”

[lastoneout]

New Pinned/Intro Post!

Hi, I'm Loo(or Alex), I'm a disabled queer artist and writer as well as a furry vtuber who streams four days a week on twitch(mostly Minecraft but also Soulsborne games and a variety of other stuff).

You may know me from The Tuna Post, in which several thousand of you came together to "force" me to buy damn near 30 American Dollars worth of imported fancy canned tuna to eat and review live on stream. If you're here for it, said live review can be found on twitch and on my youtube channel. TL;DR: 10/10 would recommend.

I currently can't work, so if you like what I've got going on here and want to help me out, I take donations over on my ko-fi <3 Aside from that, follows on twitch help a lot, even if you never end up watching!

(Also, I sell my twitch emotes as stickers on redbubble!)

I don't have a proper BYF, but as a heads up I'm heavily introverted and have ADHD, and between those and my disabilities eating up my energy I often take a while to respond to messages/tags/reblogs/DMs and sometimes forget entirely. This isn't anything against you, and it's something I'm working on, but just something to keep in mind if you plan on interacting with me a lot.

FAQ:

Do you take commissions?

Not at the moment, but hopefully in the future!

What do you use for art?

Wacom Intuos tablet + Clip Studio Paint on the PC, though these days I mostly use CSP on a Samsung Galaxy Tab s6 since I can use it in bed on my low spoons days.

What do you want to go to school for?

Digital Art and American Sign Language!

You talk about being sick all the time/having health problems, what's wrong with you?

Too many things to list <3 but the most notable ones are chronic migraines, hEDS, and ADHD.

Queer?

I'm ace, bisexual, bigender, and butch. I'm also polyam but currently in a very happy monogamous relationship and don't have plans to change that. My pronouns are she/they, and while I would prefer to not have people use he/him with me you are highly encouraged to use masculine forms of address(sir, guy, dude, king, man, my guy, grandpa, dad, etc.) whenever appropriate. My assigned sex/gender at birth is none of your business.

Who's Yotsuba?

Yotsuba is an adorable little gremlin and the main character of my favorite manga, Yotsuba &!, and you should go read it right now seriously it's amazing go read it go read it GO READ IT-

What's "ask to tag"?

The tumblr equivalent of "author chose not to use archive warnings", I put it on anything that seems like it could use a trigger warning but where no one has specifically asked me to tag for that trigger yet. Things I currently (try to) tag for: flashing lights/eyestrain, insects, suicide, fatphobia/diet culture/disordered eating, my hero academia, gore/body horror, current events, us politics, politics, covid, cats, and anything nsfw goes under nsft.

I can't promise to be 100% consistent with these tho, between the ADHD and the migraines I am very forgetful, so slip ups are bound to happen.

Loo? Like the bathroom??

LOO is short for LastOneOut, I'm american and forgot people call it that, you can write it as Lou or just call me Alex if it makes you feel better.

LookingForLoo?? Like looking for the bathroom??

On websites where LastOneOut is taken I'm LookingForLoo because I'm literally looking for LOO, LastOneOut. I thought it was clever T_T

Sideblogs?

I have a nsfw alt @looafterdark (18+ only I swear to god I keep a loaded gun pointed at the follow list) and a writing inspo blog @last-scrapbook. I also once ran a couple of character ask blogs, though I don't plan on starting them up again, and I was the mod behind @pokeprofshowdown.

Who's Eugene/Ophelia/Sasha?

My ocs from an original story I'm working on. I get brainrot and post about them a lot. You are ALWAYS allowed to ask me about them!

What's your fursona/can I make art of you?

I'm a dog, kinda like a papillion but not really, and yes you may. My ref sheet is here.

Can I repost your funny text posts to twitter/insta/reddit?

Sure, all I ask is that you include the entire post and leave my username visible. You can also tag me if you want, I'm lookingforloo on twitter, insta, and reddit <3

Can I repost your art/writing?

Absolutely not.

Can I plug your art or writing into an AI program?

Absolutely not under any fucking circumstances.

Can I use your art in an amv/fandom board/as a cover for my playlist or fic/ect.?

Depends, DM me first.

Can I write fic/make fanart based on your fics/art/HCs/AUs?

Absolutely <3

Can I write fic/make fanart based on your OCs?

Art yes, fics no.

What's your stance on the discourse?

There is no amount of posting online about contentious topics that could ever match the sheer power of simply going out into your community and finding a project that helps other people that you can dedicate your time and energy to. Also wear a mask, vote(if you can), and listen to marginalized people when they speak about their experiences.

How old are you?

29

[l3m0n-c0r3]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MY MINECRAFT MUTUALS. /SRS

@ekster--exotic @s7nnydrop-flower @magsillian @c-large-pancake-with-holes @w1llow-w1sp @jamb3rry (if i forgot any pls lmk)

whole lot of yapping ahead, ik some ppl wont care about reading it all so i put the keep reading thingy

UPDATE: my fucking tablet might be broken 😇🖕 (yes im too lazy to make a separate post about it) ((nvm it was just dead and the charger port is shit HELP))

hunt will not be on minecraft for a little while, i dont know how long it will till he is back but he had his ipad taken from him, his only way of keeping in touch with us is through tumblr, im going to try my best to keep him updated about whats happening between us but as you guys know im not on everyday like i used to be, so if you could could you please maybe update hunt on whats been going on on the days i dont get on?

thank you if so, i will make another post when hunt gets hus ipad back, i will also make this post temporarily my pinned post,

old pinned post is right here

ok yap fest over, back to your regularly scheduled nonsense i guess

[essaytime]

Thank you so much for the links! I’m not going to answer the asks so I can keep them in my ask box but I will be checking them out when I get back from London. Also do you have any recommendations for things to see at the British Museum or London in general?

- @iron--and--blood

The last time we were in London there was really only one day for sightseeing, the rest were too busy - on top of that, we had three hours in the British Museum and the Roman section was closed due to some issue, so besides that I only have hazier and hazier memories from April last year and the other two times, when I was a child, but I'll try my best.

BRITISH MUSEUM

The Ea-Nasir tablet is, you know, itself. Iconic. You'll have to watch out for it though, it's pretty small (Room 55 or 56, I think 56) and it's just titled "Complaint about delivery of copper" or similarly. Next to it is a piece of Hammurabi Code and on its right some of the Epic of Gilgamesh.

In the same room - or the next room? - there are figures of Mesopotamian doggies and they look insanely cute, very unfitting for the very serious names they have

There's also a neat little swallow on the Egyptian section

The ever-present ghost of my dad most noble history teacher would politely encourage you to take a look at Ram in a Thicket in the Room of Our Lord 55, next to the Standard of Ur

When you exit the Egyptian section upstairs, not the Rosetta Stone one, the other one, there is some fresco (I think it was a fresco?) and it has a fantastic cat. I forgot to take a photo the last time

You can find very funny-shaped drinking cups in Ancient Greece

You are, as well, allowed to touch the copies of the reliefs on Ancient Greek section, a privilege which my friends gladly utilised to sort of immoral extents. Dignity aside, if you'd like to live your Alcibiades in a symposium dream, that's the occassion. I do wish I had the photo with it taken like I was offered to, but we had to go find the teacher. I regret. It was a fun team activity.

South and Southeast Asia is amazing, very pretty exhibits

I don't really remember the rest of the sections because I was a child then and I was very tired. This miserable occurence shall be fixed. I've heard the Enlightenment section is great.

In case you intend on buying something, the shop is most wonderful and you can find all sorts of objects in it. I bought myself a nice medieval-styled brooch, but boy, did I have a hard time choosing. Watch out for the Japanese frog pin.

EVERYTHING ELSE

I profess a great love for the National Gallery, though the last time I was there I was ten. Titian's paintings will forever remain in my heart. I suppose seeing Holbein's Ambassadors is a great experience, but frankly, I don't remember them at all from visiting. Maybe I was too little.

The Wallace Collection is so pretty! They must have closed the exhibition about dogs already, but it's very pleasant to look at. I think that's also where Fragonard's The Swing is.

Natural History Museum is undoubtedly good, though it's not really what I'm interested in, except for the animals. On top of that, the last time I've visited it I had a Zoom meeting and had to frantically hide in corners trying to be as quiet as I can and still explain my view on a Marcus Aurelius quote.

No clue what is going on at V&A right now, but they always have something good.

Never been in the Westminster Abbey, only seen it from outside - and it's already impressive. However, my history teacher says it's stunning.

Same goes for St Paul's Cathedral, only seen it from outside, but it's beautiful

Trafalgar Square is a classic for me, I love this place, and if you visit the National Gallery you're going to be there anyway. Horatio is watching.

I don't like the Thames that much, it's always so dirty, but that's where most of the famous buildings are. They're really close to each other, closer than I thought, most of them. The London landmarks are pack animals.

Watch out for the sculptures near the Parliament! I wanted to take a photo with Fawcett, but I didn't have time.

Chinatown was very fun to visit for me, but I was over the moon anyway, so I don't know how much of that was really Chinatown.

Pray think warmly of all the exhibits from me (them, not the means of obtaining them), and if you happen to see anything from the Shang dynasty, I don't know if there is, think thrice warmer:)

[ask-mimipon]

INTRO POST

Last Updated: 13/01/24

So this is a going to be a Pinned post for this Blog. Since I mainly work from the App on my tablet the Bio pages and such will just be posts. But I will link them here so folk can find them. I'll also note if ask are open, if anon’s are allowed and other boring stuff you have already forgot about while reading this.

Bios

Mimipon + Bibi

???? + ????

????

Lore

Hidden Woods

Asks

Hints/Rules

Asks = Open

Anon = Off

Inbox = 5

Special Thanks: To the awesome folk in the discord for encouraging me, helping with designs and just being awesome folk :)

[angeliteonfridgeduty]

Ye local infodump pinned post. hi

so anyway

i am your local idiot that is hopelessly addicted to a chunk of select fandoms and constantly makes stupid amounts of AU's on them because, you see, i can

!!!! i try my best, but i forget shit a lot so this blog may contain reblogs with untagged blood/gore/body horror/etc typical to fandoms i'm in (ultrakill, murder drones, project moon for example). it's absolutely not in irl form, but. yknow. still.

they're not a daily occurrence kind of thing but they're there. delve at your own risk

(this hellhole is large and i don't think i can find every untagged post i have ever on my own so like. if you do stumble upon anything i forgotted to tag please let me know in dms or askbox or hell even in a reblog or something, i'll locate and tag it)

anyway yeah uhhhhhhhhhhhh basic human being (totally not an iterator or FallenAngel with internet access) that draws and has a tendency to randomly disappear for amounts of time approximately close to 6000 years.

generally i use she/her to refer to myself but i'm fine with anything

the art i do is mostly the physical kind (y'know, the average pen + paper combo), but i can and will do digital too occasionally

i will mostly post about my massive mass of au's and original worlds that also happen to be i guess interconnected if that's the correct term because i like it when more lore. the whole thing unified is just called Lesoverse for now because i have the naming skills of someone that lacks naming skills

here's a WIP googledoc that explains a bunch of Lesoverse terms, mechanics and stuff.

Also, i may occasionally roleplay as some of my OCs in broad daylight for no particular reason. When making posts or reblogging something as them, i'll use a tag for the respective OC i'm roleplaying as.

Current List:

1. No Particular Reason (Rain World) - Iterator sona. tag - #partiposting

2. The SOLUTION Collective (Sekaiju: a World of Creatures) - Lost Ocean collective OC. tag - #solutionposting on main (no posts as of yet)

3. unidentified FallenAngel with internet access (Sekaiju: a World of Creatures) - ..pretty self-explanatory i guess, FallenAngel OC. No tag as of yet. (no posts as of yet)

4. unidentified entity that Speaks Somewhat Like Othala Does. No tag as of yet. probably won't have a tag it's funnier that way. but if i reply to something while Typing Like This The Entire Time and it sounds awfully like i'm doing roleplay i probably am

oh and general roleplay tag is #the rp sure is commencing

i probably will use it really scarcely but its a thing

Other Blogs:

-Reblog Sideblog (mostly dead)

-Ask The C262 Trio Anything

-Ask Tablet And Z Anything

current main hyperfixation: sekaiju and limbus company

current secondary hyperfixations: Rain World, Phighting, Murder Drones, Steven Universe, fallen london/sunless sea/sunless skies, Cavern Crusher, my OUs

anyway here's a guide to my tags (this one will get updated on the rare occasions when i'm not deader than Pink Diamond)

______________________________________________________________

#soup jar. / #soup jar. that's it. that's all i'm willing to say = universal tag for my stuff in general i guess

#MD-Colony 262 = tag for stuff related to my silly current main murder drones AU.

#FR-Dawn Of Flight = tag for stuff related to my silly current main flight rising AU. no i don't know why i called it that either

#Sekaiju: Broken Veil = tag for my one and only silly sekaiju AU

#LV-The Antiverse = tag for things related to that specific multiverse some of my AU/OU's exist in.

#LV-The Beyond = tag for things related to that one code controller infested hellhole i made

#Fissured Together = tag for that one fandom-mash AU i own

#SU-Reality Fractures = tag for that specific anomalous hell of a Steven Universe AU i made once

#ask local soup idiot and local soup idiot shall answer = tag for my asks in general lol

#toaster drones content = ....self-explanatory. toaster drones.

#consumes your content = reblogs

#RW: Storm Fluctations AU - my abnormal as all hell rain world au

[porter-pumpkim]

Little guys

I forgot to post them for like, sense episude 1 came out, unfortunately the pictures are wonky sense I drew them in my moms computer before my art tablet arrived, but ey! I still have em!

this little guy is skidd, a little mouse themed man made of buttons, similar to zooble his body can be torn apart and put back together, though being the organization freak he is he prefers to at least keep the sizes and placement of his buttons symmetrical, he'd prefer the color to also match but it's kinda hard finding several completely identical buttons in a button jar.

Skidd's glasses are just some bent wire frames with no lenses, but somehow function like regular glasses, he can't see without them.

traditional version

little doodles, skidds feet do work like wheels, so he gas horrible balance

Also the character with him is another oc of mine, pin pix, whose based off of those clothespin dolls, specifically one I made when I was a kid,

I also have skidd back when he was human

I still have to work on these guys but ey, I like how they turned out, even if I did forget them for a bit xD

[dreamswithghosts]

Walking on New Legs - Part 2

Part 1

Summary: After setting Echo up with all new prosthetics, Dante runs into some trouble while being overworked with the injured from the frontlines of Anaxes. Some of the trouble isn't purely his job.

Author's Notes: I couldn't help it. I made a part 2 of my introduction to Dante. Dante is my OC who originally was a Reader who got very, very specific. My mind thought process was pretty much 'I want to do a prosthetics specialist reader insert', 'but wait I want him to be a trans male since the clones are in a masculine environment', 'Wait how did he become a trans prosthetics specialist in the clone wars?', 'Oh, this isn't reader insert anymore'. Also, if you want to be added to my tag list, just let me know by commenting or sending me a message!

Warnings: This is still a medical setting, there is a mention of an IV, mention of vomiting, crude language, besides that it's actually mostly fluff, there is some heavy pinning from Crosshair

Word Count: 4k

AO3: Link

Dante spent a decent amount of time finishing up his intense report from working on Echo. Dante wanted to be super thorough since it was the first time he worked with Echo. Crosshair stayed silent the entire time, the only noise Dante could hear from him was the sound of the soft tapping of his fingers on Dante’s tablet. 

He had just submitted the report and moved to get himself some water when his communicator sounded off. Dante didn’t hesitate to answer, “This is Dante.��

“Dante! I heard you were here! So glad to hear from you!” Dante heard a trooper’s voice respond over the communicator. Only two certain ARC Troopers ever responded like that to Dante. Jesse and Fives. With Fives being gone, Dante knew it was Jesse on the other side of the communicator. 

“Hey, Jesse. What can I do for you?” Dante chuckled lightly, amused by Jesse’s excitement. 

“Oh, it’s Echo.” Jesse responded almost sheepishly, as if he forgot the reason he called Dante in the first place, “He’s not doing too great. Something about his stomach. If you could come by the barracks that would be great.” 

“Yeah. I’ll be over there in a few.” Dante hummed lightly in response and ended the transmission. Dante glanced over his shoulder at Crosshair who seemed to have put the tablet down, sharp eyes locked on him. 

“You want to join me if you promise to behave yourself?” Dante invited, with a quizzical look on his face. 

Crosshair hopped off of the counter, standing at his full height. With the other clones, Dante was obviously shorter than the others, standing at a full height of 5”6’ whereas the clones all stood at an easy 6”. Crosshair was much taller than the ‘regs’, they liked to call them. He didn’t say a word but lightly nodded and then gestured for Dante to lead the way. 

“Are you going to be nice?” Dante pushed again, wanting to get vocal confirmation from the clone who loved to follow him around like a lost tooka. 

“Yes,” Crosshair grumbled out, pulling a toothpick from his belt, and rolling the wood between his teeth. 

Satisfied, Dante led Crosshair out of the med bay and towards the barracks. Dante went straight to the 501st barracks, knowing that was where Echo would have probably wanted to go first. Plus, it was Jesse who called for a medic anyways. Entering the barracks, Dante watched as most of the troopers, especially the ones that looked younger, all gave him and Crosshair second glances. The pair were not people these clones saw on the daily. 

Jesse spotted Dante first, waving him down. It was easy to spot the ARC Trooper, minus the special gear, Jesse always sported a massive Republic cog on the top of his head and around the top right side of his face. 

“There’s my favorite medic!” Jesse smiled, gesturing for Dante to follow him. Dante watched Jesse’s eyes narrow in some at Crosshair, who was hovering not too far behind Dante’s shoulders, but he did not comment on it. 

“Careful now. If Kix hears that, he would probably have your ass.” Dante spared Jesse a small smile, when he wasn’t working he would be glad to sit down with the old trooper and spend some time with him, but duty calls. Jesse looked offended for a moment, his hand going to his armored chest right over his heart, making Dante chuckle lightly at his silliness. 

“Where is Echo?” Dante asked, changing up the topic. 

“In the fresher, he’s been dry heaving for a good minute now,” Jesse explained, leading Dante to the fresher. Dante opened the door and was greeted by Echo, sitting on the floor next to a toilet looking a bit worse for wear. He wasn’t as bad as when he first was at the table with Dante, but he was worse than when he left. 

Dante kneeled in front of him, “Hey trooper, how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been worse,” Echo grumbled a little, his eyes barely open as he rested the back of his head against the fresher wall. 

Dante set down his mobile medkit next to him on the fresher floor, “Is it alright if I take a look and do a scan?”

Echo’s eyes opened, looking at Dante. The expression on his face showed that he had not expected Dante to ask for permission. He slowly closed his eyes and gave him a small nod, “Yeah.”

Dante reached up lightly pressing a thermometer to Echo’s forehead to get his body temperature. It was still a bit lower than what should be a trooper’s average temperature. He made a small hum, reaching into his pack to scan his body. 

“Did you eat anything?” Dante asked lightly, watching as the numbers and data showed up on his scanner.

“Yes. Whatever they were serving for dinner.” Echo informed.

“Your stomach is not used to food after being in the cryo chamber for so long.” Dante hummed to himself and then glanced over his shoulder towards Crosshair, who was leaning on the doorframe watching from afar. “Crosshair, can you go get one of my special drinks from the med bay?” 

Crosshair nodded and moved out of the doorframe, disappearing from view. Dante turned back to Echo getting a med shot, “This should help with the pain, and hopefully settle your stomach some.”

Echo nodded, wincing when Dante administered the medication to him on his neck. At the moment, it was the two of them alone on the floor of the fresher. Jesse seemed to have disappeared as well. 

“Sorry, for disturbing you from your work and making you come out here.” Echo apologized and Dante quickly moved to hush him. 

“You didn’t disturb me from anything.” Dante assured him, “I am here for you guys to make sure you are healthy and ready to go back to the fight as soon as possible.” 

Echo seemed a little better after Dante’s words but not fully, and Dante was not satisfied enough with his reaction. He reached out, lightly laying his hand on Echo’s shoulder, “Hey, you are meant to be here and be alive. Don’t ever think that you are not. If it's the Force willing it or something else, you are here breathing for a reason. I know you are meant for bigger things, if you weren’t then you wouldn’t be here. I’m going to pick you back up on your feet and watch you do amazing things, because I know that is what you’re going to do. Okay?”

Echo made a small sigh and smiled, giving Dante a small smile. That seemed to settle him. Just in time for Crosshair to return, holding a pouch in his hands. Dante waved him over and took the pouch from him, opening up the spout for Echo. 

“This is my personal smoothie concoction. This should fill you and also help settle your stomach. Drink this slowly over time, not all at once.” Dante instructed as he handed the liquid pouch over to Echo. 

He took the pouch hesitantly eyeing it. He put the spout on his lips taking a hesitant sip. Tasting the smoothie-like concoction that Dante had given him, he blinked in surprise at the taste, “Meilooruns?”

“Yes, plus a bunch of other beneficial things. It’s like rations, but tastes a lot better.” Dante chuckled lightly amused by Echo’s reaction. Dante gathered up his things, putting them all back in his bag. He stopped for a second and then reached for Echo’s com, “Here. Here's my com number. If you have any problems, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

Echo nodded thanking Dante. He started to pull himself back to his feet with Dante’s help. He continued to sip on the pouch that Dante had given him. Once Dante deemed Echo good to be on his own again and able to return to the other clones in the barracks, Dante left him to his own devices. 

After a moment, Dante felt a light pull on his elbow and he glanced over at Crosshair, who made a small nod telling Dante to follow him and Dante didn’t hesitate. Crosshair led the two of them a little off course from Dante’s path back to the med bay. 

“Stay.” He finally said once he stopped the two of them in front of the Marauder that was parked up with the rest of the ships. Dante was surprised at first and then glanced down at his communicator, letting the medic know that it was currently late. It was almost lights out time for the clones that were stationed here behind the frontlines. Dante knew that the rest of the Bad Batch was probably already on the ship getting ready to hunker down for the night shift. 

Dante also knew that there was an underlying request with Crosshair with that simple word. The look on his face read, ‘Please stay with me.’

He felt like he was at a small crossroads. Dante knew he shouldn’t follow Crosshair onto the ship, even though it will probably be something completely innocent. Dante had always had this problem when it came to the members of the Bad Batch. He adored every single member of the small, special ops squad immensely, almost to the point where if he had to choose one of them, he couldn’t. He honestly feared that he would get too attached to them too quickly if he let himself do so. They all were in the middle of the Clone Wars, and there was never any assurance that any of them would make it out of this war alive. Yes, the Bad Batch has had a 100% success rate so far, and Dante spent most of his time in the medical bays treating wounded soldiers. 

It was honestly just a risk Dante didn’t want to take at this moment in time. Plus, it probably will not be healthy for the entire party if Dante did eventually settle for one of them. Though that option seemed to not be something Dante wanted to consider. He liked them all individually way too much. 

So for now, Dante wants to bite the bullet, and not encourage the actions of the clones of Clone Force 99. Even though, deep down, he would be more than happy to let them. It just wasn’t the time or the place. It probably will never be.

“Crosshair, I ca-” Dante was cut off by his communicator beeping. Watching Chosshair’s frown, Dante gave him a weak smile and answered his communicator. 

“Dante. We just received a new wave of injured soldiers from the frontlines. It’s all hands on deck.” It was Kix, Dante could always recognize his voice when he was starting to get overwhelmed. 

“Copy.” Dante replied instantly, “I’m on my way.”

Dante ended the feed, his eyes never leaving the almost sad look on Crosshair’s face. He reached up, putting his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, his fingers able to dip past the plastoid armor and touch the warmth of his blacks underneath. His touch was close to his pulse point. This was a motion that almost all clones have done to each other in reassurance. 

“Duty calls. Make sure you guys come by to say goodbye before you take off on another mission.” Dante smiled at him and Crosshair slowly softened to the gesture. He gave Dante a nod and then moved away. 

This was probably for the best. One can’t get too attached during a war anyways. 

Dante turned and left Crosshair at the Marauder so he could rest with his brothers, who were probably already sleeping onboard. He made his way back to the Medbay at a record pace. Stepping through the door, Dante was greeted with the chaos of many, many injured clones. This was going to be a long night.

And a long night it was. There was no moment for a pause for Dante, nor the rest of the medics on duty at the time. It had been a hot mess. Amid everything, Dante had managed to soil his upper armor and blacks with who knows what kind of bodily fluids. He had to resort to borrowing one of Kix’s workout tank tops while finishing up treating the rest of the injured. 

Unlike most of the men he worked around, a lot of them wouldn’t care or think about working shirtless, but Dante had a habit that he couldn’t break since he was a child. Plus, Dante had some scars on his chest that were from another internal battle that did not involve the Clone Wars. He wasn’t one to flaunt them around either. 

When all his work was done, Dante found himself ready to collapse from exhaustion. He was still on duty, but everything he was doing was paused for a bit. It probably wouldn’t hurt if he took a quick power nap while he waited for the next patient that needed him. 

Dante found himself in the original room where he had first treated Echo. It was the first bed he found that was empty and Dante didn’t hesitate to hop up on the bed and rest his head on the pillow. He was still wearing his armor on his hips and legs, but that barely registered in his tired mind. He was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow. 

“Hey, scoot over. There are no other free beds.” Dante stirred a little at the sound of Kix’s voice. He made a small grumble but moved to one side of the small medical bed. There was a soft sound of plastoid armor lightly tapping against each other as Kix slid up beside him. Dante shifted, getting himself more comfortable, and then was fast asleep in seconds with his cheek resting against Kix’s armored shoulder. 

The two bone-tired medics were fast asleep for maybe half an hour before they were disturbed once again. 

“What happened to your rule on not sleeping with people you work with?” Captain Rex’s voice woke Dante from his slumber. Dante made a grumble, quickly rubbing his eyes with his hands. 

“Very funny Captain,” Dante grumbled, which earned a chuckle from Rex. He looked over at the entryway where the ole faithful Captain stood with Echo standing just behind him. Dante was quick to spot Echo’s pale eyes darting down to his bare arms. Oh yeah. He barely remembers his tattoos. One of them was on his right forearm solidifying his story of being an inmate who was serving a sentence in the Republic Central Judiciary Detention Center - RCJDC for short - for the rest of his life. Tattooed on his skin was the symbol of the prison and his inmate number right underneath it. His left bicep also had a ring of roses and thorns wrapped around in a line. That one had more of an intense meaning to it than the tattoo all inmates get when they were sentenced there for life. 

“What can I do for you?” Dante asked, pulling himself up from the bed. Kix stirred a little, it was obvious he was awake, but if he wasn’t going to be addressed, he was going to try to go back to sleep. 

“I need Echo for a mission.” Rex started to explain Echo’s idea of slipping past enemy lines and sabotaging the Separatists for a Republic victory. Hopefully, a victory would solidify their full control of this planet. While Rex was explaining everything, Dante kept looking over Rex’s shoulders at Echo. Even though Dante had only known this clone for a short time, Dante could tell that Echo would try to go on this mission with or without Dante’s approval. 

“Echo.” Dante addressed the former ARC Trooper once Rex was done talking, “How has your stomach been since last night?”

Echo paused for a second, “It’s been fine since you last saw me.” 

That was a lie. 

Dante had been around clones long enough to learn that clones were terrible liars, especially to people they either respected or had a higher ranking. Echo was probably lying so he could go on the mission. It seemed to be his idea. 

“Very well.” Dante said after a moment, not breaking eye contact with him, “But only on one condition. You have to take Clone Force 99 with you.” 

Dante heard Kix groan in the bed behind Dante. He must have not had a favorable interaction with them. Including Rex, who grimaces for a split second. 

“May I ask why?” Rex asked Dante. 

“I am not confident that Echo is fully ready for combat.” Dante explained, keeping out the details of Echo’s condition since it was a need-to-know basis, “Since I know what the Bad Batch is capable of and they have a 100% success rate. I have the confidence that if something were to go wrong, they would be perfectly capable of handling it.” 

Dante watched Rex’s shoulders lower slightly but nodded, “Very well. I will let them and the General know.” 

Dante gave him a small smile and a nod, watching the two of them leave the room. Once Dante was sure that they had left and the coast was clear, he activated his com, typing in Tech’s com channel. 

“Hey, Tech. You guys are going to be on a mission with Echo and Rex soon. I’m going to send you my report on him in case things get out of hand. Best to share the basics with Hunter as well.” Dante explained as he moved over to the computer that still was logged into his files and started to transmit the files. 

“Yeah, if we don’t have to kill him for being a traitor.” Tech sounded skeptical. 

“What makes you think that?” Dante asked, watching the file blink as received. He could hear Tech’s datapad beeping on the audio channel. 

“Well, his mind was controlled by the Separatists for a while. We don’t know for sure if it still is.” Tech explained. In the background, Dante could hear Wrecker pipe up saying that he liked Echo. 

Dante made a snort of amusement, “I seriously doubt that he’s now a spy for the separatists. He honestly reminds me a lot of you guys. I think he would fit in well with you guys.”

“We will see.” Tech still sounded hesitant but after a quick confirmation that he got the file and a quick goodbye, he ended the transmission. 

Dante’s suspicion about Echo’s stomach was right. 

After the successful mission and Anaxis were free from Separatist control, Dante received a call about Echo’s condition. He had seemed fine at first, saying goodbye to Rex and officially joining the Bad Batch. But not too long after, they were calling Dante up to the Havoc Marauder. Dante was honestly not surprised. 

Stepping onto the modified attack shuttle, Dante was directed over to Echo who was laying in one of their bunks at the back of the ship. He had his hand on his stomach, his face scrunched up in pain. 

“How are we doing Echo?” Dante asked softly, setting his supplies down on the ground next to the bunk.

“I’ll admit, this is shit.” Echo groaned, “I uh... I might have ended up getting sick again a few hours after you visited the barracks. Since then I haven’t been capable of keeping any kind of food down.”

Dante nodded, reaching into his bag to set up a mobile IV for Echo, “I figured so. Thank you for being honest with me.”

If Echo wasn’t in such intense pain at the moment, he probably would have looked so much more surprised, “Wait. You figured so?”

“Yes. I knew you were lying when you and Rex approached me before the mission. It is precisely why I had required the Bad Batch to join you.” Dante explained softly, setting up a bag of fluids for Echo. He gently pushed Echo to sit up so he could get the IV in his arm. 

“Hey, Hunter,” Dante called after he had set Echo up with the fluids and medication through the IV, “We are going to Kamino. Echo is going to be needing surgery.” 

After hearing a small roger from the cockpit, Dante felt the ship come to life under him. Dante activated his com device on his vibrance, “Hey AZ. I’m going to Kamino, when you are done here on Anaxis, I am going to need you back. I’m going to need help with a stomach transplant.” 

Dante heard confirmation from the droid and ended the transmission. Dante glanced over at Echo who was looking at him with wide owl eyes, “Stomach transplant?”

“Yes, I’m going to replace your stomach with one that will work.” Dante nodded, motioning for Echo to lay back down and rest, “I had already ordered the Kaminoans to clone you a replacement one, figuring that this would happen. Don’t worry. You will probably feel better after than you are now once it’s all done.”

Echo still looked a bit nervous but nodded slowly accepting the situation. Dante got him situated to rest, letting the poor clone try to relax a bit during the travels. He even left Echo with his tablet so he could either read or play the simple games on it that the rest of the Bad Batch had installed onto it without Dante’s permission. 

It wasn’t long after that, that Dante found himself being cornered by Crosshair.

“How many hours of sleep have you gotten recently?” Crosshair demanded, he was already reaching to take off Dante’s armor that he had cleaned while they had been away on the mission. Dante paused, trying to think back on the last 48 to 72 hours he had been on Anaxis. The only real sleep he had gained was the power nap that lasted maybe an hour. After that, he’s been constantly working. 

Now that Dante had a second to think about it, his body was exhausted. His mind was almost just as exhausted. 

“Plenty.” Dante lied to the lanky clone, trying to act like he didn’t need to be chastised. Crosshair frowned, getting a wrinkle on his nose between his eyes. It was a look that screamed, ‘You are bullshitting me.’

Dante grumbled looking away from Crosshair’s sharp eyes, “Maybe like… an hour.”

Satisfied with Dante’s confession, Crosshair moved to take off Dante’s armor, leaving him in his blacks. Dante helped him, not wanting to feel completely helpless. Crosshair was then quick to pick up Dante, practically dropping him in the top bunk that Dante knew Crosshair liked to sleep in the most, considering the small C scratched into the wall near the pillow. Crosshair was quick to follow, getting between the wall and Dante’s body on the tight bunk. 

“Wait-” Dante started to protest but Crosshair quickly stopped him, pulling Dante close to him. 

“Sleep,” Crosshair grumbled, wrapping his arms tight around Dante’s torso. Dante let out a heavy sigh quickly giving up the fighting knowing that it was futile. Why does he have to have such a big soft spot for these clones? It was going to ruin him.

Dante let this happen for now, silently telling himself that this was the line and there was no crossing. He couldn’t, for the sake of everyone else. He could have a nap right here and then wake up on Kamino and go straight back to work. He could have this small moment to himself and store it away, only to bring it out on quiet nights alone. 

He found himself quick to relax, feeling comfortably warm with his face pressed into Crosshair’s chest. The sound of his breathing lulled him into a deep and comfortable sleep. Just this one time, he will let himself have this. Nothing more. 

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[cy-cyborg]

Question for my techy folks:

I found my old wacom companion tablet (running windows 10) from when I was in uni and I'd love to just see if it's still usable or at least get some of my stuff off it.

The problem is, the account on it is linked to a Gmail address that doesn't exist (it appears to be a typo of my actual email address). No big deal, but I can't for the life of me figure out the password or pin is. That's where the problem starts, if I click "forgot password" it just sends a code to the Gmail account that doesn't exist. So I can't do password retrieval. Tried to tell Microsoft to send it to a different address, but because the email was only ever used for this purpose and I dont know the password, I can't prove that I'm the account owner.

Does anyone have any idea on how I can get through the lock screen?

[autumndragons]

i adore totk it skyrocketed to one of my favourite games very quickly and its the only thing thats been keeping me sane this last week but man that game is a full time job. like im sure when i played skyrim for the very first time i had a similar "my god, there is so many things to do" feeling but in totk it feels a lot more put together than skyrim? like you could skip half or more of the content in skyrim and not really lose much of the story/lore because its all pretty self contained for each part, but in totk a lot of stuff comes back to a central story in one way or another. like i took a break from the yiga clan stuff (theyre also gathering zonaite etc and have a bunch of lore in that area) after getting my fifth battery to very briefly do part of the 'main quest' (zoras) and then got distracted looking for the sky tablets (backstory on the old kingdom) and like. none of these things are completely self contained?? they all give lore for the grander setting and the main story! and im sure its designed that you can just go right through the main story, and maybe also get the tears, and be fine, but. i want the worldbuilding!! i LOVE the worldbuilding in botw/totk!

like dont get me wrong im having a great time flying my little bird plane from sky island to sky island hunting down the tablets now, but then im like. i need to finish the yiga thing. josha wanted me to find something around there too. sidon needs my help. i was supposed to get something from robbie's old lab. oh that typhlo ruins quest is probably updated now. oh theres a dragon tear- its not the next one i need and i should do these in order i'll come back later. i forgot i still have the last great faerie to unlock. ive used every single map pin and i dont remember what any of them are. is this one on the surface or in the sky? oh hey a new chasm-

idk. its just a lot. im having a great time but im like 58 hours in and ive done one (1) sage but i also have 14 hearts, an extra stamina wheel, and five batteries? lmao

totk is everything i couldve wanted and thats both a blessing and a curse

[ghostlycorvid]

Every day I stretch the limits of what I can get away with at work. First it was sewing by hand, then it was bringing in my tablet, today I brought my entire embroidery machine lmao

The guests got a kick out of it! Half of them thought I had a museum model behind the desk because it sounded the same, a lot of them were interested in what I was making! Some couldn’t believe I was allowed to bring it in (I did not ask boss but all my coworkers encouraged it >:3c)

Honestly it wasn’t a problem since I could just set it and let it run while I did my job. Which was fine until I got distracted by a customer midway through a project and forgot to put the hoop into the clip at all 8′D And then the same project one of my pins wasn’t clear of the embroidery area and my champ of a machine punched right through it without breaking the needle.